As far as I know, the most chillingly romantic scene in American dramatic literature occurs in the second half of Eugene O'Neill's A Moon for the Misbegotten, a revival of which is now in its final week at the Williamstown Theatre Festival.
If you go by several adamant playwrights, it's a terrible idea for married couples to get together over an after-hours drink or dinner or for a casual weekend or a serious discussion about children. Nothing good ever comes of it.
If there is one area of grave concern for any parent, it is the thought that their child is vulnerable to attack. But what happens when the child of your dreams -- the apple of your eye -- starts acting like a belligerent little bastard?
The new Guthrie is a gorgeous tower of a building, a vertical experience bathed in a royal blue. Its lobby is spacious, but leads to escalators (or elevators) that whisk you to the performance spaces upstairs.